It smelled like Christmas morning and burnt regrets. The kind of day where you find yourself holding butter in both hands and not remembering why. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Minestrone Soup—And Forgot the Parmesan Twice
It was fogged-in cold. The kind where the sky and the street blur together and the mailbox disappears by noon. The radiator was doing its …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s French Toast Casserole—Because the Bread Was Already Going Stale
The kitchen was cold.Not in a dramatic way. Just the kind of cold that makes you wrap your fingers in your sleeves and keep the …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Easy Crepes Recipe — And I Remembered Too Much
It started with the eggs. not the mixing, not the pan — just the sound of the carton cracking open.I hadn’t made crepes in years. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Creamed Spinach Because I Couldn’t Handle Anything Crunchy
The light was weird that day. pale and buzzing. like a hospital hallway or an old motel mirror. I’d opened the fridge three times already, …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Buttercream Frosting – And Remembered Too Much
the bowl was already out.green Pyrex, chipped on one side, like everything else that’s lasted.i didn’t mean to make frosting.but i was looking for something …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Biscuits Because I Was Too Tired to Think
The rain had that sideways thing going. not loud. just persistent. like it knew I wasn’t up for much. I wasn’t planning to cook. wasn’t …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Baked French Toast — And Broiled My Feelings With It
The heat was already on. That’s how it started.Radiator clicking, not working. My hands were cold but the kitchen was warmer than the bedroom, so …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Alfredo Sauce on a Day I Couldn’t Talk About
What the Original Looked Like Her Highness keeps it smooth and sharp.Four tablespoons of butter. One teaspoon garlic. A full cup of cream—real, heavy, unapologetic. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Alfredo Fettuccine—Then Everything Got Quiet
It started because the butter was soft.I wasn’t planning on dinner—not a real one. Mae was supposed to be out late, and I’d already eaten …